Luyện nghe bài hát A Storm of Swords

Yo, syllable wordplay, verse spray
Like a bird blaze, niggaz, where the curb lay
plagen, pretty shitty on a church day
Ya my committee, tustle where the dirt stay
inside the cell dirt, tray's are undercovers
Old head feed kids, to run the numbers
Damn shame niggaz in my crew bang
You the man, fame, my man frame, champagne
to the wig, Belle', vodka, hit my rib
Corona beers with a slice of lemon dig
On an open mic, growl follows, space over
Destroying your perimeter, players and
(High powers) through your soul, through die shower
Resurrected your spirit, with lyrics for top
My squad, holler the loudest, niggaz childish
We folk here, spittin' raw street knowledge

[Chorus 2X: Planetary, Paz]
Y'all can't us, cause we ain't fuckin' around
And y'all can't fuck us, or else we buckin' dem down

Paz]
This rap, cannibal rap that we make
I hate all, hate law and jake
I hate everything you stand for, it's fake
'cause bitin' the gods, a day late
I maintain, handle Islamly
Manage my life calmly, like I was
Fuckin' Vinnie Paz, the one man army
It take a shack and tank to harm me
on b, why you trynna to build
Why you trynna get ya whole family killed
I'm like a demon outta
I'm the motherfuckin' reason you had any skill
tight ill, crack ya head like when an egg drop
And put you in the figure-four
And make ya bop, cause we the rawest around
Vinnie Paz, with my man Stoupe holdin' me

2X]

(Vinnie Paz)
Surrender and quit (or let the venomous spit)
equip (we buggin' off the Hennessy sip)
The weaponry hit (we hit you with the shit)
Only reason you ('cause we at the end of the clip)
The split (young cats must be sick in the brain)
We hittin' the vain ('cause of y'all the same)
We shookin' the flame (and mounted all the in ya chain)
We stick to the (ran and inflicted the pain)
The remain (and matter fact, we sonnin' y'all kids)
And that we snatchin' up ya son and ya wiz
(We robbin' the kids, and metal slugs in ya wigs)
We stuck in the crib (frozen your gut to the fridge)
We ya ribs (Jed Mind stifflin' y'all)
It's right the far (we pointin' fuckin' rifles at y'all
You ain't icey at all, we the sheisty to brawl)
If y'all sleep, Outerspace, ya jaw

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